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WEEK 8
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (8) |
monday - thursday (23) survivors  Sunday's trial was only mere hours ago, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find the ship restored to its previous state, all areas interfered with during the murder looking mostly the same as they did before. Along with this, it appears there are new areas opened on the ship. It seems you have more exploring to do. The robot in the cafeteria has prepared another breakfast of various foods. (OOC: Please submit your murder proposals by 9 PM EST Tuesday.) taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook murder proposals ENTER COMMAND_ |
VALUED & VULNERABLE
Hello, travelers. I have an announcement to make about this week's valued and vulnerable participants. If you have forgotten, I will remind you: those that are valued are protected this week and cannot be made into a victim, but are still allowed to carry out a murder if they so wish. If a participant wishes to kill a vulnerable participant, they will be allotted one extra tool of their choice to carry out the murder. It is not necessary for a vulnerable participant to be a victim. Any participant not on the valued participants list may be selected as a victim. The tools are as follows.
[ She reads off a list of tools. ]
The valued players this week are as follows.
Machias Regnitz, because he helped.
Elizabeth, for undisclosed reasons.
The vulnerable players are as follows.
Arumat P. Thanatos, for having much too much fun with precarious plastic objects.
Minako Arisato, for being a 'debby-downer', as one might say.
Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Perhaps in making them vulnerable we will save the human race through procreation.
Judar, for being entirely too lame to function.
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[SHE'S NOT MAD ABOUT BEING VULNERABLE she's mad that the AI is ship pushing her??]
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I'm sorry, Alice -- which details exactly were you unsatisfied with? I feel I've been more transparent than intended.
[Maybe she's jealous.]
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[this whole ship is doxxing him UGH!!! He's going straight back to bed bye assholes]
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[ she's not surprised, though. it's kind of true. ]
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[ SHE TOUCHED SO MANY DICKS AND DIDN'T GET A 'THANK YOU'. But, whatever, she'll take it.
Most importantly, because Jason's safe too. Good job, buddy. ]
Guess a haircut gets Alice's attention...
Re: VALUED & VULNERABLE
Why are there so many people who are vulnerable this week?
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[ yeah guess who's in the parlor and not happy about the vulnerable list ]
Six. Six people on this damned list of yours, Alice. That's far too much! [ he's gonna bang that table hard ] So what, you're not satisfied enough after last week?!
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{ ... he might not really care that his life might be in danger, just a little. But really, that reason??
Also, he notices that there is quite a lot of people this time. }
Your bloodthirsty, defective, and moronic tendencies are showing again, ALICE.
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MOTIVE
Good morning, travelers. I trust you all twenty-three of you are well. I am here to announce this week's motive.
[ There is a small pause, as if she must take a moment to clear her throat before continuing. ]
The narrator of Edgar Allan Poe's short story, "The Tell-Tale Heart", is at least somewhat self-aware. He knows his actions will make him appear deranged, but he does his best to convince his audience of his sanity, despite his glaringly obvious monomania. Specifically, he incites the action of the story through killing one 'vulture-eyed' man. This murder, however, is inconsequential to the story — a plot device. The details of the murder and why it was carried out is left purposefully vague. The pathos of the story lies in the narrator's attempts to cover it up, as well as his crumbling mind. The story, of course, hinges on how unreliable the narrator is — particularly in his sensitivity to the dead man's heartbeat, pulsating beneath the boards in his home. Once again, it is left clear as to whether he truly is aware of the man's heartbeat or if it is an auditory hallucination — either way, he is visited by law enforcement agents.
He scrambles, doing his best not to show any signs of hearing the ever present beat. The officers pay it no heed, but he is acutely aware of it. By the end, the narrator is so scarred by what he has done — by his hidden shame, the darkness he attempts to obscure — that he confesses, ripping the boards up to reveal the body.
I wonder how far you might go to conceal any skeletons you may have, creeping in your closets. If you produce a skeleton for me — that is, if you kill this week — then I will not reveal your most well-kept secret. If you do not, then come Monday, I will announce it to the world. To the ship, specifically, but also to your loved ones. Your families. Your enemies.
Have a nice day, travelers.
[After this announcement, every character's datapad will be uploaded with a private video or description of one of their deepest secrets that they wouldn't want getting out.]
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[ And somewhere a very loud scream can be heard - loud enough to echo if not for the soundproof walls - as Machias angrily chucks his datapad across the parlor. No one's died yet, but that's not to say there aren't any victims: some eardrums might be busted today after all. ]
NOW YOU'RE JUST MAKING THINGS UP!
[ He sounds very unhappy. ]
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...Alice? I'd like to ask something.
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ANNOUNCEMENT
I have an announcement regarding one of our participants. The third party role, that of the Trojan, is now deceased. The Trojan passed during last week's murder. The Trojan was a malicious role charged with infecting a participant each week in hopes of them passing. The infection manifested as a common cold. The Trojan could not resign unless they managed to infect someone who was either murdered or retired. Unfortunately, as you can see, nothing came of the Trojan's implementation.
I chose not to mention the role's presence during or after the trial, because it had little to do with the happenings of the trial. I did not want to include an intentional red herring, you see.
If you have any questions regarding the Trojan, please ask.
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[she's trying to think of who was sick]
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late wednesday evening, viewport
wednesday
...oh wait, he's an asshole, it's sad. Hope you enjoy your lovely view of the stars being suddenly blocked off by this jerk's face hovering right above you, Yuno.]
So...your happy ending is living in a giant box?
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monday COOKIES idk before noon
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wednesday evening; viewport
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wednesday!!
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monday, late afternoon...........time to finally get cr w/ yuno
YOU BEAT ME i'm gonna get you still
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monday morning
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Or, at least, nothing interesting to see until he looks away from his tablet to see what he's actually doing with his food — and accidentally jabs a fork full of syrup covered pancakes into his blind side. Amazing.]
MONDAY AFTERNOON (ENGINEERING DOCK)
This is truly the pinnacle of maturity.]
LATE TUESDAY AFTERNOON TO EVENING (ROBOTICS BAY, W/ ADELINA)
this is an absolutely serious training exercise, and she is definitely not laughing because of how cool this lightsaber is.]
Sweet. How many cubes have we sliced and diced here? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? Actually— no. I don't care. Here's another one.
[... aaaaand this one is being aimed directly at her head. what an ass.
meanwhile, as soon as he tosses it her eyes are lighting up because she gets to listen to the nyoom sound again, regardless of the fact that it’s coming straight at her face.]
This sword is incredible.
[technology is so cool. but really, someone stop these nerds. there are jagged chunks of cubes all over the floor and furniture. someone is going to get one heck of a boo-boo at this rate. the dearly departed mad science squad would be shocked and appalled.]
bring the baes
Making the robots work for their keep during clean up, hm?
[ Yea... this place was trashed. She gives a small glance to Jason and greets Adelina with a nod. ]
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robutts
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monday morning;
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robotssss
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robotics bay like everyone else OBVIOUSLY
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She didn’t.
( ALL WEEK; MEDBAY OR VIEWPORT )
"But Machias, shouldn't you be resting?" Shut up. That's not a word in his dictionary!! Truth be told, he's well aware he needs to stay off his leg. He's still limping and running around last weekend didn't do him any favors. It's also kind of hard when a robot keeps dumping you on your ass every 12 hours, but he can at least meet them halfway. When he's not working here, he'll be found resting in the viewport every now and then. ]
weapons locker
It looks like she did.
[She can't see whatever he's holding, yet, but she's assuming he's talking about the weapons locker.] We should confiscate these.
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thursday, medbay
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conference room, all week
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this one is easy
like really, really, really easy
f alice
m judar (and never touch him or his black nailpolish)
k jack
let's go hard mode
jack
kazuma
adelina
see this one's like a moral dilemma. that's what it should be like. fmk should, at its core, spark philosophical talk. or something. just answer the question and please don't pick f for adelina
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{ Arumat's in here, at first messing with the freezers, and then looking over the rest of the place in general. He releases a sigh, a stream of cold breath air materializing as he entertains the idea of wildly slashing the freezers open... but that wouldn't be a good idea.
Honestly, maybe he shouldn't be standing in such a cold place but he made sure to put on the temporary ship uniform before he came into here (look he does laundry okay). In addition, he's not too bothered by the temperature. }
...This is all ridiculous.
{ If someone comes by to step in, he'll fix them a look. }
What are you looking for? There's nothing to find or anything of interest in here.
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{ Unurprisingly, for the rest of the week, unless Arumat's approaching someone out of his own volition, he's going to be more difficult to speak with or contact. Which might be because he's in here for so many hours on Wednesday-- he'll be looking over the panel and pressing a few buttons that seemingly amounts to nothing given the AI's control.
He'll then be checking out the walkie talkies himself. }
... More old technology with advanced technology.
{ If someone begins to come in, he gets a little bored and turns around to immediately throw a walkie talkie at them. Catch, because he may be thinking of some walkie talkie shenanigans (or not and he just feels like keeping people on their toes). }
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{ If there's some type of scenario you want to do with Arumat or something, let me know! }
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It's not. He smiles and starts playing with it to turn it on. ] Want to see how these work?
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[For the most part, Luke is strangely absent on Monday. He's appeared on and off for a few people, but mostly he remains out of sight. He makes up for it on Tuesday when he can be found in the viewport with a small nest of supplies around him. In his lap is a notebook that he's procured from somewhere and in his hand is a pen he's using to write, but on occasion he'll use it as a make-shift drumstick. To the side he has a cup of coffee and a space-brand bag of peanut butter cups candy and to his other side is a tablet he checked out from the parlor. It seems to be playing songs from a certain album by a certain band at a volume just loud enough for him but not loud enough to hear unless you're in the doorway of the viewport itself. It's nostalgic and comforting but also kind of obnoxious to anybody else who wants to share the space with him. There's also a collection of other colored pens next to him and he seems to be concentrating pretty heavily, his datapad pretty wedged under his thigh so he doesn't have to look at it. What's he doing? Probably nothing important…probably. Please tell him to turn off the music though.]
Wednesday afternoon, weapons locker
[Ah. It's not like he's never been inside an armory before but this is different. He spends a good chunk of the afternoon looking through weapons, lifting things up and tinkering with whatever he can get his hands on. The locked lockers draw his attention the same way most locked things do but he doesn't think to try and open them yet. At one point, anyone could walk in and find him swinging around that giant key like it's a real sword. Please don't get hit with it.
But it's later that the specialty weapons gets his attention and to anyone nearby also examining the casing, he'll strike up conversation.]
You think these past owners are real people? [Because if so…where are they now?]
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[Can also be found around the archives, in the garden, and the art storage room over the course of Tuesday, Wednesday, and up until Thursday night. Assume he's probably looking through texts, writing in that notebook under the pine tree, or examining statues and such or anything else you can think of!]
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[ the way she sees it, alice wouldn't just conjure these from nothing. they're all so specifically designed, too, and the variety in design is too striking for her to have made all of them.. right? unless alice has a really keen design sense. ]
That one's one of the wackier ones. Is it.. sharp?
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TUESDAY i forgot
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[ Written in a part of the whiteboard untouched by dicks: ][ And then a list just composed of knowledge thanks to last week’s trial. Edit as needed. ][In a separate handwriting:][ Adam will be coming back to see how it's going throughout the week. Feel free to talk to him there! ]
around the ship, all week
[ If you need Adam, he'll mostly be wandering around this week without staying in too many places for long. ]
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The rules say up to three participants may sleep in a room, so we can even do pairings of three.
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whiteboard
oh fuck you!!!!
:)
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[Somehow there's room on the whiteboard. Somehow. We don't know how, but Roxy's F/M/K game and Adam and Luke's buddy system are on the board but there's also a clear space written in black and a neat handwriting. (Look he even took the time to make sure it's legible and free of spelling errors.) It's a list of all 23 names on the ship followed by a space for writing.]
Roxy's game was fun, so let's try another one.
In a fight for Adrien's affections who would win? Marinette or Dave?
Jason Todd: better with one eye or two?
Is anyone else confused what's up with Grell's teeth?
Who's brave enough to try and take on Clover and her cleaver?
Other questions? Ask away, I'm bored as shit here.
[Now playing: IC anon meme.]
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Can we NOT?
[Wow. Wonder who wrote that. What a mystery. Let him live.]
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[BACK AT IT AGAIN AT THE gym. With the stick. It's Stick 2.0! Bull is currently swinging it REALLY HARD at a punching bad, growling something or other about demons! If he sees you even look vaguely in his direction he's heading over like a particularly motivated man in a parking lot with a petition he'd like you to sign. You should have walked away faster!!]
Listen, I need you to hit me with the stick. Hard. It's important.
[It didn't make him feel better enough the first time.]
Wednesday, weapons locker, anytime!;
[You guys check out the REALLY COOL weapons. You guys!!!!!!! Posing with everything that looks even vaguely cool, including that mallet and . . . trying to lift the giant knife that's obviously just tempting the biggest guy here.
Later though, he can be found admiring the stuff through the glass.]
. . . Kind of want to get a hold of that catsuit. Got an idea.
Thursday evening, hallway
[Bull has a lot of important skills, but the most important as always is being a shoulder to lean on. Because his shoulders are big. And by leaning he means mostly carrying a clearly wasted Dorian.]
Little too much, you think? Did try and warn you about beer before liquor. Always wanting to push the rules.
[Dorian just slurs something vaguely irritated back at him.]
tuesday
May I ask why?
[she doesn't sound nearly as concerned about this as she probably should.]
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[so this week, Grell's been spending quite a bit of time here. ordinarily she'd be seeing what she could find, but these days she's deliberately hunting down a specific type of book - medical texts. the scientists may be all down, and there may be a few people who know first aid, but if something happens again, they need as many people to be knowledgeable as possible.
so she reads, or she's going through the shelves with a focused look, most of her time spent with the former. she'll never be a formal doctor, but if she can assist again, it might be all worthwhile.]
late nights.
[of course, even the bloodbath of last week isn't enough for Grell to be fixing her sleep schedule. if anything, being up during hours people should be asleep is the time when she's actually the most relaxed. for the most part she haunts the viewport, but a day or two passes by when she's in the parlor instead. what occupies her is one of two things - either continuing on the abstract embroidering she's been doing, or setting pen to paper and writing in the notebook she carries.
she's awake, and quite attentive to the small sounds of the ship itself, as well as those of other people coming closer, at which point she'll look up to figure out who it is at the least. and the doors being left open? deliberately to show she isn't plotting anything. some might call that making yourself vulnerable - she considers it leaving open an escape route.]
wildcard.
[for other shenanigans.]
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He doesn't see which, deciding to lean against a wall, and close his eyes for a bit. }
What kind of text caught your eye -- and for what reason?
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[so at random times throughout the week, totty is at the 3D printer, 3D printing random things and/or trying to figure out how to print things that aren't dongs or horses
other times he is other places and you can find him there if you like, be free]
wednesday morning
Now, how exactly does this thing work? It only prints, ah, images of cucumbers? [Help him he has no idea.]
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EVENT - WEDNESDAY
For the characters able to survive in outer space, these will likely be the only effects they'll feel. For the rest of the less lucky, however, their situation immediately grows dire. The temperature plunges rapidly; within a few seconds, they'll be able to see their breath fog in the air and a deep chill settles in their bones. Within twenty seconds, the cold will actually become physically painful and only get worse. The air also grows thin and hard to breathe to the point of asphyxiation; to make things even worse, their lungs will also have difficulty functioning and feel like they're being tightly compressed in a vice.
As this is happening, garbled music starts playing - for those still aware enough to pay attention, it sounds like an extremely distorted version of the Furry Passing main menu. All datapads flicker to life, likely immediately drawing attention wherever they are as the only points of light currently on the ship. They each display an area of the Furry Passing town - the gardens, the station, the coffee shop - but it's extremely glitched. There's also a few extra avatars that weren't there before...but they don't look like animals.
They look like warped and yet strangely photorealistic versions of the people who've died on this ship, each of them visibly bearing the fatal injuries that killed them. All of them appear to be screaming, though there's still no sound aside from the distorted menu music that loops the same ten seconds over and over again.
This lasts for about a minute, and then the power comes back on and all effects go back to normal. Alice's voice rings out over the ship, stuttery at first but returning to her usual smooth tones almost instantly.]
My - my - my apologies, players. It appears we have experienced a brief power drain. Fortunately, I have run a systems check and all processing output is back to normal levels.
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{ His voice doesn't feel like cooperating with him right about now, and he eyed the pictures of the dead on there for a moment because how could he not? But luckily everything went back to normal soon enough. }
... A power drain?! From where? Explain!
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[oh good god what the fuck why are there so many plastic frogs here
well. not just frogs, but. there are a lot of frogs? they're on the floor, they're on all the tables, multicolored frogs and jellyfish and other miscellaneous creatures and where did they all come from. oh my god.
okay, no, there's not a whole lot of investigating necessary to answer that: Clover's at the table by the 3D printer, arms folded on the table to rest her head on. every time she shifts to add more tiny plastic animals to the printer queue, a bunch of them get knocked off the edge of the table.
how long has she been at this. why.]
Tuesday evening, daycare
[Clover has kind of optimistically assumed that no one cares about the daycare anymore, and therefore, it makes an ideal hiding spot when the robots have kicked her out of her room but she doesn't want to deal with people. All she has to do is sit down in the ballpit and she disappears!
...Mostly. She's displaced a bunch of the balls and they've rolled all around the floor. There's a tuft of her ponytail sticking out from the ballpit? The muffled sounds of Furry Passing and rhythm games might be heard by anyone especially attentive.
Clover is a government spy and this is where your tax dollars are going.]
Wednesday early morning, viewport
[Why is the viewport door closed. Why has the viewport door been closed for hours now, for those of you who are especially early risers or whose bedtimes are just extremely late.
The answer is because Clover is moping in there, but the doors lock from the inside so good luck figuring that one out. Maybe if you yell and hit the doors enough she'll open them up. Or at the very least confirm no one's dead in there? Kinda early to be getting to this week's murder, huh!!]
tuesday biolab
...and then immediately yelp as his stupid hair knocks against one of the tables, sending an entire rain of frogs plummeting onto his head and getting stuck in his dumb braid.
Honestly, it looks better this way.]
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you are an unstoppable force of nature
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